“No.”
“Good, cover me. I’m goin’ in.”
“Haze!”
I pull my gun from the holster under my cut and jump out of the truck. Straight pipes sound behind me.
I’m coming, baby. Just hold on.
I run toward the truck, dodging bullets until one hits me in the shoulder. I fire back, hitting my target as he falls to the ground.
It’s then I see brown, curly hair through the windshield spread over my wife’s face. “Willow!” I cry.
She isn’t moving.She isn’t fucking moving!
I’ve never ran as fast as this before, but I feel nothing except adrenaline. She got out. Willow stole a fucking truck and broke through the barriers of this compound.
I’ve also never been so scared of anything in my life, but seeing her lifeless body laying there makes my blood run cold, and my legs carry me faster toward the woman I love.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SIX
Willow
I’m sure I hear my name. I’m certain that it’s Haze calling me, but it sounds far away. I can’t move, nor can I open my eyes. I’m trapped.
Am I dead?Maybe I am. That would make sense.
The crash.
The guns.
The screaming.
Then there was the noise of the truck as I flew through the air and then crash landed. Everything went dark after that.
“Baby, it’s me, stay with me. I’m here?—”
I love the sound of his voice. Not when he’s in panic mode, but when he’s being the sweet, kind, beautifully possessive man I know him to be. Yes, that’s when I love him the most. And when he’s being cheeky and calling me ridiculous pet names.Little One.Ugh, how I long for him.
“Pulse is weak… there’s a lot of blood… don’t worry about me, I’m fine, it’s her we need to worry about…”
I love you, Austin Dawson.
I will always love you.
Haze
I pace across the waiting room. Trying to forget about the last couple of hours when I pulled my wife out of a car wreck, only to find her battered and bruised and barely alive. The impact was a lot on her body, and she’s got several injuries. We don’t know if there’s anything internal yet, but Casey, Pipe’s ol’ lady, is a paramedic and she’s trying to get information for us.
I slide down against the wall, unsure where to put myself.
I need to see her.
My beautiful wife got out of an impossible situation. Her injuries told us both her hands and feet were bound, but she still managed to kill two people. From what we know, Clare/Jane had no weapon and was strangled, and the big fat guy Willow shot had a gun.
My girl defended herself like the little warrior she is. Then she broke out, stole a truck and gunned it.
